Selena's povMy fist clenched into a tight ball as I stormed away from Kane's study, fury coursing through my veins like liquid fire. How dare he! Does he think he can discard me like a worn-out garment and lavish his attention on that wretched woman? The very thought sent my anger simmering, threatening to boil over.I marched towards my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I needed solitude, a sanctuary to gather my thoughts and devise a plan. Kane underestimated me, thinking I'd meekly accept my fate. Never! Not while I still drew breath.My mind raced with scenarios, each one more treacherous than the last. How could I stop this? How could I prevent that woman from usurping my position? A litany of dark desires scrolled through my mind, but killing her would be too easy, too merciful. Kane would be affected by her death, and that wouldn't serve my purpose.Gosh, right now, I hate the Goddess; she's the cause of all these. “Selena.” I recognized the voice belonging to Fiona, K
Julia’s povMom, Alex, and I sat in the living room, a deafening silence lingering like a second skin. None of us had spoken a word since he informed us of what Alpha Kane said. He had instructed us not to tell anyone as requested by the Alpha. I was scared that all of it might just be a ploy, his presence here, the kiss, and now the deal. What if he was just trying to impress my family, and then when he's finally done with me, they won't have a say because he had deceived them into thinking he is kind? The man is a beast, a ruthless businessman; Alex striking this deal with him is a big mistake.“Aren't you both going to say anything?” Alex finally broke the uncomfortable silence. “What's there to be said? You have done what you dimmed fine, why ask about our opinion? Will it change the fact that you are endangering your sister's life?” Mom barked, the hurt in her voice could not be ignored. I was equally angry, but I didn't want my family to split up because of some silly issues
Julia's povAs the car came to a halt, I froze, my feet numb. My mind screamed for me to get out but my body refused. How could I? When my being was being tormented by the things that happened here.*Mate.*Images of Alpha Kane and Selena on that podium about to be engaged flashed before my eyes, the stoic expression on his face. The hateful gazes. Everything. I shot my eyes, my heartbeat reaching my ears in loud thuds. “Come on out, Miss Thompson.” My eyes opened and met the nonchalant gaze of the warrior.He opened the door, while I fought hard to ward off the numbness settling in my leg and step out. And I did, but my legs felt like jello, and I found myself falling. Thankfully, I didn't meet the ground, not with something tugging on my hand.I slowly regained my feet and turned to see who saved me. “Hi.” A woman greeted me; she seemed to be around the age of 30. I could tell from her looks, but her beauty could be compared to that of a 19-year-old. Her jet-black hair was tied in
Julia’s pov“Good morning Miss Julia.” Gosh, isn't it too early? Mom's here with her tantrums again. Wait! Mom calls me by my name; what's with the title?“Miss Julia.”Oh no! There's a stranger in our house. My eyes flew open and I swiftly sat on my bed. Who the heck is the imposter?“Good…Morning, Miss Julia.” My eyes caught sight of the lady from yesterday and everything came crashing down on me.“Are you alright, Miss Julia? You seem shaken.”“I am fine,” I replied, relaxing my back against the wall where the bed rested.“I am sorry if I startled you. Just that you have been in bed for quite a while and I thought you might be needing my assistance to wake up.” I stared at her with a raised brow, not understanding what she meant by assistant. I am pretty sure I always wake up fine, well except when my mother tries to wake me up early, mostly for school.Then it suddenly occurred to me how she knew I had trouble waking up on my own. “Mom.” I gasped crawling out of the bed. “My mo
Julia's pov“And what are you doing outside your chambers?”My heart sank. Slowly, I turned, and there she was—the queen mother, with Selena, that insufferable brat, standing beside her, both watching us with icy glares.“Did you not hear the question that was asked?” Selena's annoying voice boomed.“A tour, your highness,” Penelope faced a reply.“And who permitted that?” The queen's mother asked. Goddess, I knew I would put her in trouble. What do I do now? “I am sorry, I insisted on seeing the pack house and forced Penelope to take me. I apologize if I crossed a boundary.” I explained. Penelope shot a glance at me and then at the two women. “There were strict instructions that were simple for you to follow, but I guess you are just dumb and foolish to have figured that out,” Selena said in a mocking tone. On a normal day, I would have been hurt by her words, but honestly, I felt nothing.“Those orders were followed, but I was suffocating in there, so I introduced this idea to he
Selena’s pov The poison swirled into the orange drink, disappearing seamlessly into the liquid. I stirred it a little longer, ensuring there were no traces. Once Julia drinks this, she’ll be out of my life for good. I turned to the trembling maid, who stood before me, fear radiating off her like a weak scent of desperation."Go, give this to Julia before Penelope gets to her," I commanded coldly. "If you fail... well, you’ll be the one savoring every drop of that cup." My voice remained steady, but the menace was unmistakable. She nodded, eyes wide, and quickly scurried off with the tray.I leaned back in my seat, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction settled over me as I watched her retreat. Everything was falling into place.---FLASHBACKThe swing in the pack house garden creaked as I pushed lightly with my feet. Fiona sat beside me, her eyes filled with concern as she tried to soothe the anger bubbling beneath my skin. We had just returned from an encounter with that girl."So,
Kane's povI stood outside Julia’s door, my hand raised, ready to knock, but something inside me wouldn’t let me. My fingers hovered in the air, shaking as I fought against the impulse that was screaming at me to turn around and leave. It wasn’t just hesitation—it was fear. Not of her, but of myself. Every time I came here, the same thing happened. I’d get too close, feel too much, and the wolf inside me would start pushing its way to the surface, urging me to do things I wasn’t ready for.Last time, I almost lost it. I’d come so close to letting him take over, pushing her further than either of us was ready for. The memory of it made my stomach tighten. How long could I keep fighting this? How long until I finally lost control?I let out a sharp breath, my chest tight with frustration, and dropped my hand. There was no point in standing here any longer. This was a mistake. I turned to leave, but just as I did, a maid came around the corner, heading straight for Julia’s room. She froz
Julia's pov As Kane collapsed, it felt like a large part of my chest had been ripped away. My hands trembled, and tears filled my eyes; my wolf wailed in my head, and I had to sulk in tears to breathe. “Alpha Kane!” I screamed my lungs out, my legs subconsciously moved me towards him. I knelt by his side and pulled him to face me; his eyes were shot, and black blood emitted from his mouth and nostrils. “Stay with me! Stay with me please.” I sniffed his mouth, and the familiar scent rang a bell in my head. “Cyanide.” I groaned. The door burst open, and Penelope ran in accompanied by the queen's mother and Selena; their eyes widened seeing the position Alpha Kane lay. The queen's mother slumped to the ground in grave shock as all life drained from her eyes. Selena clung to her, but I wasn't worried about them. I needed to save him, his breath was becoming faint. There was no immediate antidote, but at least there had to be something, processed food containing Sodium ni
AUTHOR'S POV The night outside the Pack House was quiet, the air heavy with the chill of winter. Inside, however, the atmosphere was anything but calm. Dylan had arrived.He wasn’t early, nor was he particularly late—it didn’t matter. The coronation tomorrow had officially crowned him Alpha, and his presence here was merely to solidify his claim. He strode through the grand halls, his dark hair slightly disheveled but his expression sharp and composed. The entourage behind him moved silently, their loyalty unquestionable.The maids had scrambled at his arrival, wide-eyed as they led him through the labyrinth of corridors. Their hushed whispers followed him like a shadow. “The new Alpha,” they murmured. “He doesn’t even look like he belongs here.” Dylan caught snippets of their chatter but paid it no mind. He’d been underestimated before.His boots clicked softly against the polished floors as they guided him to his chambers—Kane’s chambers. He paused in the doorway, his green eyes sc
AUTHOR’S POVJulia killed the engine, her hands gripping the wheel a moment longer than necessary. The palace rose before them like a ghost in the moonlight—cold, unfeeling, and absolutely massive. The air carried a chill that crept beneath her skin, but it wasn’t the temperature that set her nerves alight.Beside her, Alex adjusted his leather jacket, his movements sharp and impatient. He glanced at her, his jaw tightening like he was holding back a comment. Casey, lounging in the back seat, let out an exaggerated sigh and popped her gum.“So, what’s the grand plan, Jules?” Casey asked, her tone dripping with mockery. “We storm the gates, guns blazing? Or is this a sneak-and-pray situation?”Julia shot her a look over her shoulder, her green eyes sharp. “You’re the distraction, smartass.”Casey grinned, slow and wicked. “Distraction? Oh, honey, that’s my specialty.”“Good,” Alex cut in, his voice low and steady. “Just keep him busy. Jules and I will handle the rest.”Casey slid out o
After Harry had been pushed to the sidelines, the elders wasted no time getting to work. The air around the pack shifted as they dived into the logistics of making Dylan alpha. Paperwork stacked high, rituals were rehearsed, and every detail of the upcoming ceremony was put into motion. For them, this was tradition, structure, order. For Harry, it was betrayal, but no one seemed to care about that.Meanwhile, the world outside spun on. Julia, still in the hospital, was beginning to piece her memory back together. Slowly, but surely. She could barely speak—her words stuck like thorns in her throat—but there was progress. Her body might’ve been healing, but her spirit? That was another story entirely.Grant, Cassius, and Dylan, however, seemed to have no trouble moving forward. They were out at Grant’s mansion, living it up like kings. The finest liquor, the rarest meats, the most exclusive guest list. It was a celebration disguised as camaraderie, and no expense was spared.Among the g
Harry's POV.Seamless—that’s the word. That’s how it felt watching Levi, cornered like a rat in a burning maze. His pack, the once-feared Black Fang, was already in ruins. Overrun. Overwhelmed. Women, men, children—slaughtered because of his arrogance. Screams echoed through the flames as his mistakes came back to haunt him, clawing at his heels like rabid wolves.Levi. Pathetic Levi. The coward who thought he could stand tall after killing Kane. That arrogant son of a bitch actually believed he could wear his sins like armor, raise his kids, and play alpha after murdering the most revered wolf among us. I couldn’t stomach it. The sight of him—shaking, sweating, eyes darting like a trapped animal—made my stomach churn.I spat on him. Right in his face. “You made your choice,” I said, my voice as cold as the night air. “You chose wrong. Wrong man. Wrong time. Wrong everything.”His lips trembled. His eyes—those damn eyes—tried to plead, but there was nothing left to bargain with. "I—I
Dylan's POV. A man’s dream is always the same—to be the best. To walk into a room and own it without saying a word. And me? I’m this close to becoming the Alpha of the entire pack. Let that sink in. Do you know what that means?I’d own shares in every damn company the pack has its claws in. Lands? All mine. Territories? Mine. I’d have warriors—over a hundred of them—at my beck and call. And the pack house? That place isn’t just some fancy mansion. It’s a fortress. A vault of secrets no one talks about but everyone fears. I’d have the kind of power that makes people stand when I walk in, that gets governments to pick up the phone when I call. And the cherry on top? The psychic connection to my wolves. That’s not just power; it’s omnipresence.This isn’t just a dream—it’s the dream.I sat in my chamber, the air thick with the scent of wood polish and leather, sipping tea that was just shy of boiling. The kind of tea that warms your chest but has enough kick to remind you it’s not playi
Harry's POV The pack was a mess, everyone barking orders, sharpening claws, and gearing up to take down the Black Fang. And while they were busy growling and hyping each other up, I had my own mission. One that didn’t involve fangs or blood.Julia.I didn’t care what she was doing or who she was doing it with. Whether she was wrapped up with Dylan, painting her nails, or binge-watching reality TV, none of it mattered. I needed to see her. Face to face. I had to tell her the guy she swore she loved was gone. Dead. And it had to come from me.It was early as hell when I hit the road. Too early for anything sane, but hey, life doesn’t wait for you to get a good night’s sleep. The air was cold, my car heater barely keeping up, and the roads were so quiet it felt like the world hadn’t woken up yet.Her family house looked exactly how I remembered—clean, calm, and way to put-together. It was the kind of place where the neighbors probably judged each other on lawn care and holiday decoratio
Harry's POV Kane’s remains were brought back to the pack in silence. It wasn’t just quiet—it was heavy. Like the kind of quiet that settles in right before a storm breaks loose. No one said a word, and no one dared to look me in the eye. They all knew better.As for the rogues? Their corpses were nothing but ash by the time we left that warehouse. I made damn sure of it. They didn’t deserve a trace left behind—not even the memory of what they were.When we got to the pack house, I was already on edge. My body was running on fumes, the adrenaline long gone, but the rage? That wasn’t going anywhere. The second I stepped through the front door, I let it out.“Out. All of you. Now.”The servants scattered like leaves in the wind. I didn’t care how late it was or that some of them had probably been sleeping. Their wide eyes and quick feet told me they got the message loud and clear. I needed space. I needed silence.I needed to think.Kane was supposed to come back to us alive. I’d spent
David's POV.Larkmart Warehouse was a few rides away, and yeah, I’d called for backup. Had to. Let’s be real—this whole “spiritual intervention” stuff? It’s not my thing. I like practical things. Tangible. Something I can see, touch, or at least punch if it gets messy.When the spiritual leader—an old guy with robes that looked like he raided a thrift store and a voice like he smoked one too many cigars—did his thing, I wasn’t impressed. I sat there, arms crossed, watching with what I can only describe as professional skepticism. Cassius, though? He was eating it up. Nodding along like the guy was reciting holy scripture.Cassius isn’t just old; he’s ancient. He’s got this air about him, like he’s forgotten more about the supernatural world than the rest of us will ever know. And he’s respected, which is why I put up with his belief in spirits and rituals and all that. I don’t share the belief, but I wasn’t about to say it to his face. Not outright.Because here’s the thing: I might b
Cassius' POV. The road ahead was dark, nothing but the hum of the engine and the faint glow of my headlights cutting through the night. Levi, being Levi, decided he needed to ride with me. He didn’t ask—he just opened the door, slid into the passenger seat, and stretched out like he owned the damn car.“So, what’s the plan?” he asked, leaning back and propping his boots on the dash.I shot him a look. “Get your feet off.”He smirked but obeyed, shifting to sit up straight. “We going back to the pack?”“Not yet,” I said, keeping my eyes on the road. “We need to lay low first.”Levi frowned, leaning toward me like he didn’t hear me right. “Lay low? For what?”I glanced at him like he’d just asked the dumbest question in the world. Which he had. “You seriously think the cops aren’t going to be crawling all over this by morning? We just leveled a warehouse and left bodies in our wake. Heading straight home is asking for trouble.”He scratched his jaw, chewing that over. “Alright, fair. W